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"Who is his companion to-day, then?" "Jetson, a woman hater." "Really a woman hater?" asked Belle. "Oh, no; Jet wouldn't poison all girls, or do anything like that. He isn't violent against girls. In fact, he's merely shy when they're around. But in the service any fellow who isn't always dancing attendance on the fair is doomed to be dubbed a woman hater.
There was a murmur that ran around the room as Jetson rose to his feet, claiming the chair's recognition. "Mr. President and gentlemen," began Jetson, his face pale and his words coming with effort, "I am not going to discuss the question of whether the class will or will not be justified in sending me to Coventry.
"I just want you to sketch out the new plays to me in private, that I may consider them," explained the lieutenant-commander. "Yes, sir. But I am not really the originator of any of the new plays. Mr. Dalzell and Mr. Jetson have had as much to do with all of the new ones as I have, sir." "And this is Darrin's last year!
"I don't see Darrin making any wonderful plays," thought Jetson to himself. He was gloomy over seeing the Navy outplayed, but secretly glad that the spectators had as yet found no occasion to shout themselves hoarse over Midshipman Dave's work. Outside of the brigade the other spectators in the Navy seats felt themselves tinder a cloud of increasing gloom.
I am trying to get you to look at this matter only from the personal and the class point of view. Doubtless you all feel that Mr. Jetson is the victim of an unhappy temper. You would punish this frame of mind. Yet I ask you, bluntly, who among you have ever tried to aid Mr. Jetson in overcoming his own peculiar style of temper?
Dalzell under any obligation whatever to afford you another meeting on the score of to-night's disagreement." "We'll see about that," snapped Jetson, as he passed through the doorway. At that instant the study call sounded. The others hastened away to their quarters. Dan Dalzell stepped over to the handbowl, washing his hands, after which he went to his study-table and began to arrange his books.
Then there came to the spot a presence that could not be treated with anger. Lieutenant-Commander Havens was determined to know the truth. "Mr. Jetson, had you anything in your possession, or did you wear anything, that could cut Mr. Damn's face like that?" demanded the head coach.
"Then, while you're telling me what to stop, you just stop addressing me as 'fellow," cried Jetson, his lip quivering with rage. "I'll admit that was hasty on my part," agreed Midshipman Hepson, "but it seemed necessary to use some word to bring you to your senses. And now, this fight, which would get you both into serious trouble if a discipline officer came upon the scene, must cease."
Jetson prefers that Mr. Warner remain, and that Mr. Darrin take himself away with great expedition," broke in Jetson decisively. But Warner thought differently, and, with a murmured "certainly, Darrin," he left the room. "I won't ask you to take a seat, Mr. Darrin," said Jetson, "because I'll be candid enough to say that I hope you won't remain long."
"I made the remark, after a measure, sir," Jetson replied. "What I said was that in a certain matter I would not take the word of any midshipman in the brigade if it went counter to my fixed belief." "Mr. Jetson, don't you consider that, under the circumstances, that amounted to a statement of your unwillingness to accept the word of members of the brigade?"
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